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Laura Rubalcava is an avid Mexicophile with extensive travel and research done throughout the country. Through staring history, culture, and cuisine, Laura hopes to foster greater understanding, appreciation and camaraderie with our neighbor to the south. She and her husband, Alejandro, a native of Mexico, have created an online magazine, www.magicalmexico.net. They live in Orange County, California.

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The stones were perfect for marking the boundaries of their land. They were so accessible too, neatly placed in a pile. So, over the decades and even centuries, farmers and ranchers came to the rock pile to get the needed large round stones. Little did they know, they were dismantling Guachimontones, an ancient circular pyramid, rock by rock. Guachimontones is located in the Tequila Valley, less than 90 minutes west of Guadalajara. This archeological site was discovered less than 80 years ago.

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The unusual round pyramids set it apart from other square-based pyramids of México, including Teotihuacán and Monte Albán. Much is still being discovered about this site. Archeologists have begun to put together some of the pieces of this ancient civilization, now a UNESCO World Heritage Site.

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Guachimontones is next to the town of Teuchitlán, a Nahuatl word meaning “place dedicated to the gods”. At the height of its civilization, there were more than 25,000 residents in the surrounding areas. The people lived in houses with steep pitched roofs in areas called chinampas, from the Nahuatl word chinamitl. Chinampas were small patches of rectangular land used for agriculture, irrigated by canals. This technology is still used in Mexico today. Xochimilco, near Mexico City was based on this premise.

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The pyramids themselves and the surrounding ball courts were used strictly for ceremonial purposes. The civilization thrived between 300 BC and about 450 AD when it began to wane for unknown reasons. Some scholars believe the society may have lasted until 900 AD.

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The main pyramid which has been uncovered is 60 feet tall. Thirteen steps lead to the upper level, topped by another four tall steps. Evidence of a deep hole, suitable for holding a tall pole is on the top of the pyramid. It was most likely used for “flyers” known today as voladores. These voladores would climb to the top of the pole and tether themselves to the top with a rope or strong vines. They would then fall backward and slowly descend while circling the pole. If not the same as voladores today, they were likely a precursor. This stands to reason, as ceremonies here were dedicated to Ehecatl, the ancient god of the wind. The Aztecs referred to him as Quetzalcoatl.

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Also essential to the compound were the game courts, positioned north to south between two of the largest pyramids. Longer than a football field and about 20 feet wide, it was used to play a game called ulama.

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Two competing teams of men used an eight-pound ball made of a stone covered with rubber. Only the player’s hips were used to move the ball around the court. Points were scored when the ball was successfully navigated and secured into a team’s alcove at the end of the court. Playing would begin at sunrise and end after sunset. The north to south positioning of the court allowed the players to continue throughout the day without the rising and setting sun impeding their vision.

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Each team was led by a captain. The captain of the winning team was honored by being decapitated. Ulama is still played today in the state of Sinaloa. Fortunately, the captain of the winning team does not receive the same reward as the ancients!

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Guachimontones, located near the base of the Tequila volcano, sits on one of the largest obsidian deposits on earth. Obsidian was used to make exceptionally sharp tools including knives, blades and spears. The word tequila is believed to come from a Nahuatl word meaning “the stone that cuts”. Today, obsidian crafts and jewelry are fashioned by local artisans.

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The entrance fee is nominal, 30 pesos (about $1.50 USD), and paying a little extra for a guide is well worth it.

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From the parking lot and the interpretive center, it is about a third of a mile walk up a cobblestone road to reach the pyramids. People 60 years and older can be driven to the site, but cars are not allowed to park there. The driver will need to return to the parking lot and walk up.

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Guachimontones Hours:

Tuesday to Sunday from 9-5

 

Location:

Carretera Estatal 604

Guadalajara-San Marcos Gral. Lucio Blanco,

46762 Jalisco, México

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Editor: This article is a sneak peek of what you can expect from Pomelo’s new magazine Terra Ignota. The magazine includes articles meant to inspire and open minds to new experiences. If you like what you see, order Terra Ignota here. Enjoy the article!

Bio: Katie Bak is a Minnesota born writer, spoken word poet and avid reader living in Warsaw, Poland. Her most recent writing and poetry explore theology, faith transitions and conscious traveling. As of recently, she teaches history at The International American School of Warsaw.

 

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Artwork by Geoffrey McEntire

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          Had I known I would be in Venice, I would have packed two books and a pair of running shoes. Obviously not just those items, but the main focus of my packing would have revolved around my expectation for uninterrupted leisure time with some newly made friends on The Floating City.

However, in reality, I was on a work trip three hours away in Turin, Italy, and had the unexplainable urge to resist the routine awaiting me in Warsaw, my current city. I scanned bus options to nearby cities and found an 18 ride to Venice. It was early spring, the best time to visit according to travel blogs, and for the cost of a decently priced steak I could be in one of the most beautiful cities in Europe. I booked the ticket and arrived at 11pm on a Sunday night.

I arrive to most places this way; unexpected and mostly unprepared. This is intended so the city does not have time to anticipate a visitor. I like it to be just a typical Sunday night, where the town’s kids are in bed early, dishes left in the sink, and an alarm set and ready to be snoozed three times the following morning. At least this is how most cities feel when I arrive; life is going on in its undisturbed pace. Venice felt different.

 

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Photography by Sinziana Susa

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When the morning came I didn’t see kids getting ready for the school bus. Instead I saw what can best be described as staged fairgrounds being viewed through the lens of thousands of phones. There were herds of people stuck in lines or in poses intended to appear natural; but then again how is staring at the ground in sunglasses with a kind of blasé countenance, natural? I didn’t even have time to take in the Renaissance palaces before I was thrown menus from waiters trying to rope me into their overpriced restaurants, and people asking me to take their anniversary pictures.

Overwhelmed, I decided on a restaurant and sat down to finally begin reading. This place overlooked the water, and my arms were no longer cramped at my sides from the crowds, but now laying peaceful on the table in the sunlight. I could recognize the beauty people had always been describing. It is no surprise why, for centuries poets and painters drank from Venice to feed their inspiration. The architecture was nothing short of majestic. I wanted to hold my breath to not disturb the water reaching the grounds of the buildings, it all felt so delicate and precious. Venice was like the back of an old woman’s hand, with skin see-through and frail, showing by its lines and veins all the years of use. I wanted to hold it reverently and give it place to rest.

Yet I couldn’t help but feel perturbed at what had become of this place. Its once charming walls, now constructed into glass shopping malls. The canals engulfed by men in kitschy striped costumes pushing phone-carrying tourists around in circles while the locals are pushed out of their homes and into the outskirts of town. Maybe this was the world’s attempt at preventing the city’s decay, trying to revive it with a growing economy, but all I saw was entropy hiding behind cheap souvenir shops with no locals in sight.

I am not unfamiliar with tourism. I have traveled to around 40 countries, some of them being remote places like Paraparumu, New Zealand, and others being as popular as Prague in the summer time. But nothing compares to what I saw in Venice. It just felt like blasphemy. Walking around on its sinking streets and seeing mostly dollar signs, was like spraying graffiti on a church with curse words in broad daylight. My obvious offence to the scene around me, filled me with further guilt knowing that I too was a tourist, not unlike those around me.

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“It just felt like blasphemy. Walking around on its sinking streets and seeing mostly dollar signs was like spraying graffiti on a church with curse words in broad daylight.”

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For the past eight years, I have been a traveler more than I have been a local. I move around every 10 months or so to another country, finding pleasure in it’s people, languages, foods, and degrees of hot sauce. These cities have filled me just as the people did. Rarely, however, have I taken the time to ask what I have given back other than my paycheck or an occasional hello in the native language with my thick American accent. I am but another temporary visitor, unable to be picked out in a crowd and most likely contributing very little to the locals and their homes, which seem to have only open doors.

At that restaurant, on my first day, all I could think about was if there was anything we’ve given to Venice other than our dollars? Was there another way to pay respect to this place that so selflessly offered itself to be the world’s breathmint and backdrop for our admirable profile pictures? That day, overlooking the jammed canals, I couldn’t find an answer that satisfied.

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Photo by Falco Negenman

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Venturing out of the city-center my second day, I wanted to see if I could find people speaking Italian to remind me where I was in the first place. It took two hours for me to find a local named Luca. He was working in a small restaurant, lost behind a corner of Venice’s labyrinth. He was young, mid-twenties, but with thick eyebrows and wise deep voice that could make you wonder if he was 25 or 52. Our conversation started as routine as they all do, me ordering food and him asking if I wanted wine to follow. This led to me to finding out he grew up not far from the restaurant, which apparently was very rare for someone his age to have stayed and found work there.

When I asked what there was to do around the city, he told me Piazza San Marco. This was not what I was hoping to hear. I had been there yesterday and was practically attacked by a swarm of pigeons and souvenir shop vendors; not sure which scenario I preferred more. Surely this was not where Luca went after work with his friends to grab a beer and relax. So I asked again but in slightly different way, “Where do you go in the city?” He looked confused, not sure if I was hitting on him or just overly interested in his daily life with all these questions. Unfortunately being a 24-year-old blonde woman, with a personality often described as “bubbly”, can easily be interpreted as trying to get into bed when really I’m just ordering a pizza.  After I further explained my intentions, he told me honestly, “There are a few good places, but none where the tourist sites are.”

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“When I asked what there was to do around the city, he told me Piazza San Marco. This was not what I was hoping to hear. I had been there yesterday and was practically attacked by a swarm of pigeons and souvenir shop vendors”

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This wasn’t shocking to me. Why would he want to go into the city when he’s bound to be an eternal photo-bomb in other’s pictures, stuck paying 8 for a beer? After my dinner I thanked Luca and searched on a map for the places he had suggested. One place, apparently good for a nice drink with locals was over 40 minutes away, another would take almost an hour. The food rested heavy in my stomach and I decided it was best to return home to my hostel and get some sleep.

I left early the next morning for Bologna just as quickly as I had at first decided to visit Venice. I was ready to leave. I hadn’t had the time to see Luca’s suggestions, and it all sat uncomfortably on my mind. What had I really seen other than Capitalism’s death-grip on a city with such promise? I almost wanted to leave Venice and Luca with an apology, for never having truly experienced the city as it was intended. Somehow, I knew that Venice was meant to be a haven of beauty that was seen, felt and not simply bought.

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Are you in quarantine? Here’s something positive! I’m inviting you to observe a special holiday with us this year. 

Nyepi, or the “Day of Silence” is part of Balinese New Year’s ceremonies and falls on March 25th, 2020. 

We’ve chosen to observe it as a company and I invite you to participate wherever you are by silently meditating, fasting, and taking a break from technology!  This year, as most of you are in quarantine, you’ll actually be able to easily participate with us! 


Every year we unite as a company alongside the Balinese and step away from our work to spend a day in silence. I think it’s important to come together as a society and reflect in silent meditation. Bali is a great example of this. The results for their society are beautiful, as I observed last year. 

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In the days leading up to Nyepi there are many ceremonies.  I took this photo after a village performed the Melasti ritual at Batu Bolong beach.

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What is Nyepi?


Long-time subscribers may have realized by now that I have a special fascination with Indonesia, and Bali specifically. In Bali, they celebrate Nyepi.  It is a day of silence, fasting, and meditation observed once a year. Activities all over Bali stop. The international airport, shops, and bars close.  The roads are empty and beaches deserted. No light or noise (TV, music) is to be seen coming out of your house. Internet and electricity is even shut off in some places. There are Pecalangs (traditional Balinese security men) on patrol to make sure nobody breaks these rules. Can you imagine if this happened in the United States?  I could never imagine this happening, until this year watching us respond to the COVID-19 outbreak. 

It is meant be a period of self-reflection: a day to make and keep a balance between nature and your actions, your inner and outer self.  While westerners begin the New Year with parties and noise, the Balinese start the New Year with silence. Many of you reached out last year asking how it feels to be part of Nyepi in Bali, so I wrote a 10+ page article about my experiences. You can learn more about Nyepi in Terra Ignota magazine.  



My Invitation


We want to invite you to participate in Nyepi with us, wherever you are. If you can, drop all electronics, travel, and regular activity and devote yourself to a day of silence. It doesn’t necessarily mean no talking – just slowing down enough to reflect on your life.  

As a result, our offices and customer service will be closed March 25-26. 




Live differently for a while,

Chris Muhlestein
Founder, Pomelo Travel

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